What a Civilization
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The first time I encountered the treasure chest, it was of blue quality, and the treasures that came out were also very useful, which made Gorkin feel a lot happier.
As for the danger or something...
A blue scorpion the size of a grinding disc looks like a toxin.
Either of those two large pincers and the tail pin would be fatal to humans.
And the hard shell of this scorpion cannot be penetrated even by ordinary small-caliber pistols.
As a monster of the blue treasure chest, ordinary people are afraid that they will have a life to open and not to take.
And the location of this treasure chest is still in the square inside the goblin city.
Even if you have the ability to deal with this poisonous scorpion, you don't have the ability to enter the goblin city.
After this incident, Gorkin was also a little curious.
Why is there a treasure chest in the city of goblins, so why haven't you seen it in your own tribe?
In terms of strength, although his dragon tribe only has twenty ogres, it is strong in battle, and it can't even have a treasure chest anyway, right?
Gorkin decided to go back and rummage through the cabinets.
The treasure chest, find one, and say that your own tribe is equivalent to a forbidden place for the humans of the Blue Star, and the quality of the treasure chest must at least be a blue, right?
Thinking of this, Gorkin was a little curious.
As I walked back, I saw the slaves who had been imprisoned.
are all relatively common races.
The most common races in the desert are Terrans, Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins.
These four races have excellent reproductive abilities and are also the most numerous.
Others, such as elves, dwarves, and dwarves, have much fewer cities or tribes than the four major tribes, and their populations are much smaller.
However, in this separate place, races are of little use, and each tribe or city is the most important.
The rest can be considered enemies, even if they are of the same kind.
Most of the little hundred slaves were Terrans and Orcs, with a handful of trolls mixed in.
As for the goblins...
Although the Hot Sand Consortium is also a goblin city, they don't look down on goblin slaves either.
There is no market for goblin slaves outside at all.
It's not that goblins look down on goblins, it's really goblin slaves, and dogs don't want them.
These slaves were desperate.
The goblins were beaten away by the dwarves, and the dwarves went on their own, leaving only the ogres behind.
It's not as good as a goblin...
But their pitiful eyes made Gorkin's compassionate heart stumble again.
That's it~
Who made himself a great virgin?
"Angry."
"Eh~"
Angry farts ran over with the big bone hammer in his arms.
"Select ten relatively capable slaves, give priority to orcs or trolls, and don't want terrans."
Pointing to the slaves, Gorkin turned to leave.
"Left... Bite? ”
asked angrily.
"What about the rest, right?"
Gorkin stretched out his hand and gestured under his neck: "Play to your strengths, beat them, and then give the people a full meal." ”
"Mala, we're going home."
"Oh!!"
Scratching his head angrily.
It's so complicated, it looks like it's going to grow a brain...
Following Gorkin's example, he stretched out his hand and gestured under his neck.
What do you mean?
Shrugged angrily.
I don't understand...
Pick the one that can be played?
The selection criteria for anger are very simple, whoever is big and has big muscles will definitely be able to fight.
Eight orcs, two trolls, were the slaves chosen by rage.
The ten slaves who had been chosen were immediately pardoned.
All the slaves heard the ogre chieftain's words just now, and naturally knew what happened if they weren't chosen.
The remaining slaves wailed and struggled, trying to prove themselves useful, but Nur didn't listen at all, and didn't want to listen.
He's in the tribe, serving only the chief and his mother, and the rest... Even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, it can't work.
In the angry worldview, Gorkin> Honey > the king of heaven.
In front of the ten lucky ones, Nu walked into the cell where the slaves were held with a cruel smile.
The screams rang out one after another, and the ten slaves trembled.
They were only a little stronger among these slaves, and to ogres, they were still no different from chickens.
Not to mention the other ogres around who were attracted by the screams.
The ten slaves, who had regained their freedom, did not dare to resist at all.
The ogres wanted them to resist, and then they could kill them regardless of the chief's orders.
Set up a fire, barbecue, these ogres ate almost.
The ogres of the Dragondwild have finally set foot on their return journey.
This time there were ten more slaves and three female elves and a blue star woman.
The team of gnolls was in charge.
In normal times, both orcs and trolls could easily pinch these four gnolls to death, but they didn't dare.
Not only is there an ogre chief in heavy armor, but also a two-headed ogre mage.
Fools have other messy ideas.
For bringing back ten slaves, Mother Honey has a lot of complaints.
Left: "What are you doing with all this garbage?" ”
Right: "Yes, son, we're not that rich." ”
Golkin said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have the next plan, I need to use a few slaves, the main number of our people is too small." ”
"And their IQ .... It simply cannot be entrusted with a heavy task. ”
Honey was a little surprised.
Left: "What are your plans?" ”
Right: "What are you going to do?" ”
Gorkin: "I'm going to do some trade with those dwarves, I'm going to build a furnace and make iron to exchange with them." ”
"When the time comes, we will have to trade these people who can speak and have combat effectiveness."
Honey's left skull: "Are you stupid?" ”
Honey's right head: "The goblin's furnace has been taken, are you planning to catch up now and get it back?" ”
Honey was a little eager to take the plunge.
She longed for black to eat black, and it seemed to her that the dwarfs only needed a charge to crush them.
"No, no, Mom, I have my own plans, isn't it just a furnace, I have a better one."
"And Mom, we are businessmen now, we have to talk about credit, and there will be more people looking for us when the time comes, so we don't have to do the work of robbing the house and having a meal without a meal."
"So, don't keep thinking about black eating black or something, let's talk about civilization~~"
Gorkin said earnestly.
Honey's two heads and four eyes looked at Gorkin, who was sitting on the back of Kodomon and playing with a female elf.
If you just look at the height, the body size is not as big as you think.
One is more than five meters and the other is two meters, which is the difference between adults and children.
It's just that the huge difference in size makes it seem that the slender elf is more like a large doll.
Well...
What a civilization.
Honey felt powerless to complain.
This son of mine is good at everything, has a lot of ghost ideas, and has good strength, but he has a soft spot for these little ants.
I really don't know why an ogre likes these weak races....
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